Feed 'em some lava!

I want the dice to love you. -wills them to roll better next time-

Perhaps... they needed a little more training before they tried this bone pile again. It seemed, without the proper footing, both of them were little better than rolling and sliding around like boyish fools. It was as frustrating for Iqniq as it was, no doubt, for Arverk. At least he'd managed to land a few blows here and there, enough not to completely destroy his demeanor towards sparring in general, but enough to remind him he needed to practice and regularly, lest his body grow too stiff and comfortable.

Arverk lept and landed. Iqniq dodged and slipped. He stumbled down the height of the pile and stepped one foot on solid ground to steady himself. Whoops. Seemed as though he'd broken the cardinal rule and lost this one.

He removed himself completely from the pile and chuffed ceasefire. They'd both suffered enough disgrace today, in their own ways. There was no point in continuing it. Sparring on that bone pile was a challenging endeavor, but at least now they had something to practice at. "Good spar," he said anyway. "We both suck at that."